To manage men one ought to have a sharp mind in a velvet sheath.
GEORGE ELIOTExamining the world in order to find consolation is very much like looking carefully over the pages of a great book in order to find our own name . … Whether we find what we want or not, our preoccupation has hindered us from a true knowledge of the contents.
More George Eliot Quotes
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What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined – to strengthen each other – to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.
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What makes life dreary is the want of a motive.
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There is only one failure in life possible, and that is not to be true to the best one knows.
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There are many victories worse than a defeat.
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There is hardly any contact more depressing to a young ardent creature than that of a mind in which years full of knowledge seem to have issued in a blank absence of interest or sympathy.
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Death is the king of this world: ‘Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.
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I carry my unwritten poems in cipher on my face!
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Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
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there are two ways of speaking an audience will always like: one is, to tell them what they don’t understand; and the other is, to tell them what they’re used to.
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Our deeds still travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us what we are.
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Conscientious people are apt to see their duty in that which is the most painful course.
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I like breakfast-time better than any other moment in the day. No dust has settled on one’s mind then, and it presents a clear mirror to the rays of things.
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… it is one thing to like defiance, and another thing to like its consequences.
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Consequences are unpitying.
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When God makes His presence felt through us, we are like the burning bush: Moses never took any heed what sort of bush it was—he only saw the brightness of the Lord.
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